We have tromped around the lake to the ends of all the trails now without seeing the pickup driver. I figure he must not have come to the lake at all so don’t hesitate to answer nature’s call in sight of the trail before bathing. It’s that moment when a young bow hunter and his girlfriend come down the trail. I move behind a little brush and freeze, hoping they won’t see me, but he stops and stares my direction.
“Hey, just using the bathroom,” I yell, friendly as I can. “Hope I didn’t scare you. You’ll run into my two brothers at the campsite.”
The guy mumbles something and they continue on. After sleet and random people in the woods, I hustle to disrobe and scrub after they’re out of sight and before something else happens.